Harry & Hermione confront McGonagall.
Draco ponders his situation and a certain someone he's never been able to forget.
...and turned towards the large bow window of the turret to see the sun sinking below the tree line of the Forbidden Forest. Forbidden… The concept lingered and swirled in his brain. Hermione Granger… He tipped his head back and closed his eyes letting his mind wander to the slight brunette...

Her face was still flushed with emotion, high color on her cheeks. Her luxurious chestnut waves were held tight in a neat French twist exposing her creamy, slender neck. He had the sudden urge to steal up behind her, slide his hands around her waist and nuzzle that delicious neck with his lips.

“Draco, where have you been the last five years?” She asked quietly and stopped walking. He stopped too and turned to face her. Hermione’s eyes searched his; he did not look away from her and she saw a flash of anger, pain, and then regret.